Chapter 306 – My Dear CEO Wife – Unbearable to Mess With (06)
The monitor was broken, and Wen Changrou went to get a drink of water, feeling dejected.
Bai Tang was also unhappy. He had no TV to watch—A He had set it up for him, and now Wen Changrou was causing trouble.
Qiu’er comforted him. “Tang Tang, don’t be angry. Being angry isn’t good. I have good news for you~” Qiu’er deliberately drew out the last word to catch Bai Tang’s attention.
“What is it?” For Qiu’er to call it good news, could it be… “Is Qiu’er going to level up?” Bai Tang asked excitedly.
Qiu’er was taken aback. Looking at the joyful expression on Bai Tang’s face, he felt a warmth in his heart. Tang Tang’s first thought was actually him.
Xiao A added, “No. Because the host has confirmed his romantic relationship with the male lead, severing the emotional connection between the male and female leads, the world consciousness has preemptively granted energy. This means the host no longer needs to expend mental energy to appear. The host can freely choose to manifest in public. Once the mental energy previously consumed by the soul has recovered, he can return to his body.”
This news from Xiao A was undoubtedly good news for Bai Tang.
Wen Changrou’s water was too hot. Just then, her phone rang, and she casually set the cup on the table before checking it.
Bai Tang was chatting with the two systems when Wen Changrou turned around, intending to sit back on the sofa. Unexpectedly, the hem of her skirt brushed against the cup, sending the boiling water crashing toward her feet.
By the time Wen Changrou realized and tried to dodge, it was already too late.
Bai Tang reacted quickly, catching the cup. But the cup was too hot, so after confirming it wouldn’t hit Wen Changrou, he quickly let go and placed it on the ground.
Wen Changrou rubbed her eyes. Had she been seeing things? How could the cup have been floating in midair? She picked it up from the ground—almost no water had spilled, and the cup itself wasn’t even cracked.
“Impossible,” she thought. “Falling from that height…”
She tapped the cup; the sound was crisp. The cup was thin and easily broken.
Could it be…? Her eyes widened. Remembering Wen Changhe talking to thin air these past few days, a thought flashed through her mind: could there really be something like that?!
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The surveillance monitor showed no sign of a broken cup.
“There… there… a ghost…” Terrified by her own imagination, Wen Changrou ran out of the CEO’s office.
Qiu’er yelled at Wen Changrou’s retreating back, “You’re the ghost! Your whole family are ghosts! My Tang Tang’s soul just left his body—don’t you understand…?”
How could the two be equated? She should’ve just let Tang Tang save her—being scalded to death would’ve served her right! Humph!
“Calm down. Don’t argue with a little girl,” Xiao A soothed Qiu’er. They didn’t even know how many years they had lived; compared to them, the twenty-something Wen Changrou was just a child.
Bai Tang was somewhat worried. Would Wen Changrou’s outburst have a negative impact on Wen Changhe?
He was in spirit form—not that kind of thing—so he wasn’t afraid. But what would people who didn’t know the situation think of Wen Changhe if Wen Changrou went around shouting like that?
Wen Changrou stumbled out, and while waiting for the elevator, the display suddenly stopped showing the floors.
A gust of wind blew past, and Wen Changrou shivered.
She turned toward the empty corridor. “No, please, I was just passing by. Let me go, and don’t bother my brother. My brother is a good person, we…”
Qiu’er watched the fear on Wen Changrou’s face with satisfaction. The cold wind he’d created was incredibly effective!
At this moment, Wen Changrou’s plea for mercy still included Wen Changhe, which made Xiao A think more highly of her. It seemed she wasn’t entirely selfish; this little girl still valued family.
Bai Tang appeared before Wen Changrou. Looking down, she saw a pair of bare feet and screamed in terror.
She scrambled into a corner against the wall, pleading, “Go away! Go away! Don’t bother us! My brother and I will burn paper money for you every year…”
Before Bai Tang could speak, he knelt down and reached out his delicate white hands to help her up.
Wen Changrou finally saw the person’s face clearly.
A warm smile graced his fair face, his eyes gently crinkling as he looked at her.
Wen Changrou was momentarily dazed. “Bai… Bai Tang?”
Then she gasped and stumbled back. Wasn’t Bai Tang lying in the hospital? How could he be here? Could he really be a ghost…?
The boy looked down at his empty hand, then up at Wen Changrou, and gave her a reassuring smile.
He opened his mouth, making soft, meaningless “ah ah” sounds. Wen Changrou suddenly remembered—Bai Tang was mute.
Sunlight streamed through the clear glass, bathing the boy in a golden halo. He looked so beautiful, almost angelic.
The boy’s pure, harmless expression eased Wen Changrou’s fear. Reason gradually returned, and guilt toward the boy welled up in her heart.
If it hadn’t been for her, Bai Tang wouldn’t be lying half-dead in a hospital bed right now.
“I’ll go get Shuang Shuang. I’ll bring her over to apologize to you in person.” She wasn’t exactly afraid, but she could tell his current state wasn’t normal. Since she hadn’t heard any bad news from the hospital, part of her still hoped Bai Tang would move on by himself—and stop lingering around her and Wen Changhe.
Wen Changrou was just about to leave when Bai Tang suddenly grabbed her wrist. The icy touch spread from her skin down to her bones, as if freezing her solid.
“We can’t let her go. If Wen Changrou tells that little b*tch of a female lead, who knows what kind of bad ideas she’ll get about dealing with Tang Tang,” Qiu’er said sharply.
Xiao A agreed. He said to Bai Tang, “Hold Wen Changrou back and take her to the office. Make up some excuse if you have to.”
It would be best to keep Wen Changrou separated from Zu Shuang. In the original plot, Wen Changrou had played a key role in bringing the male and female leads together—she was the perfect wingman for their romance.
This girl wasn’t bad at heart, just a little naive.
After finishing his meeting, Wen Changhe hurried back to the CEO’s office. When he arrived, he saw the young man sitting with his little sister, the two of them watching Natural World on a tablet.
“Brother, you’re back!” the little girl exclaimed excitedly.
Wen Changhe walked up to Bai Tang and looked him up and down.
Bai Tang smiled at him, snuggling into his arms to watch the video. He naturally embraced his beloved boy, adjusting his posture to make him more comfortable.
Wen Changrou: Is this world fantastical, or is something wrong with my mind?
“Why are you watching videos on a tablet? I turned on the monitor for you—it’s bigger and won’t hurt your eyes,” Wen Changhe said gently.
The boy turned around and made a firework-explosion gesture with his hands.
Wen Changrou coughed twice, explaining apologetically, “I didn’t know Bai Tang was there. I thought the monitor was broken, so I broke it.”
In truth, both Wen Changrou and Bai Tang were somewhat responsible for the monitor’s failure, though it was mainly Bai Tang’s fault. However, the girl was too honest and, afraid of incurring Wen Changhe’s wrath, took the blame herself.
Even if Bai Tang broke ten monitors, Wen Changhe wouldn’t bat an eye. His only principle now was that the boy be happy.
Wen Changrou wasn’t close to Bai Tang; their relationship at school had been merely superficial, limited to a few brief encounters. She’d simply thought the boy was prettier than many girls and quite popular at school—but unfortunately, being mute greatly diminished his charm, so she hadn’t paid him much attention.
Now, seeing her brother and the boy getting along so well, her gossip-loving nature was instantly ignited. “Brother, how did you two meet? I never knew you before!”
It made sense that Wen Changrou didn’t know him as a business associate—she preferred not to remember that side of things—but she was familiar with almost everyone in Wen Changhe’s circle. They were all childhood friends, and she had never seen Bai Tang among them.
Seeing that Wen Changrou and Bai Tang seemed to be getting along, Wen Changhe wasn’t upset. At least they would still be together after the boy returned to his body.
“Mind your own business, kid. Weren’t you here for an internship? Why are you slacking off?” Wen Changhe’s eyes held no anger; his tone was calm—a stark contrast to his unpredictable mood over the past few days.
Wen Changrou chuckled. “I’m just lacking inspiration right now. Besides, if I didn’t slack off, how would I know that my brother is keeping a mistress?”
The “mistress” here, of course, referred to Bai Tang.
The boy blushed, holding the tablet up to face level to hide himself.
Before Wen Changhe could speak, a clear female voice said, “No wonder he’s my brother — he’s different from other rich kids. ‘A love story between a human and a ghost’ — impressive!”
Wen Changrou had planned to tease Wen Changhe, but her smile vanished at those words.
What did “a love story between a human and a ghost” mean? The boy was only temporarily in a vegetative state.
Seeing Wen Changhe’s expression, Wen Changrou fell silent. She forced a cautious smile, unsure if she’d said or done something wrong.
The boy tugged at Wen Changhe’s sleeve. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t be mean to your sister?” his look asked.
Wen Changhe read the plea in Bai Tang’s eyes and softened his expression, trying not to look stern.
“Watch your mouth from now on. Don’t be reckless. If you lose your status as the second young lady of the Wen family, you’ll find out how hard life outside can be,” Wen Changhe warned. Having spent so much time in the business world, he’d learned to read people and detect loopholes in their words — even more so than a gossip reporter. That experience had made him shrewd and careful; he didn’t intend to slip up.
“I know,” Wen Changrou said, sticking out her tongue. “I won’t bother you and your… guest any longer. I’m going downstairs for my internship.” People in love change their minds faster than you can flip a page; as the second young lady of the Wen family, she knew she couldn’t afford to cross them.
Just as she was about to leave, Bai Tang suddenly grabbed her wrist and scribbled on a piece of paper: “Please don’t tell anyone you saw me. Not even your best friend. Please.”
He didn’t want Wen Changrou to tell Zu Shuang. He didn’t want to see the female lead now, and he didn’t want Ahe involved. Revenge could wait.
Wen Changrou met her brother’s warning look and swallowed. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.” Without hard evidence, she didn’t want to be labeled crazy. Besides, Bai Tang might really become her “sister-in-law” someday — she couldn’t afford to offend him.
Author’s Note:
Qiu’er: If you dare say anything, I’ll stab you to death!
Wen Changrou: I’m outta here!